[i]Heavy footsteps were drug through the showering rain, a faint glimmer of shining black metal brief for a moment-[/i] [i]As Caye's combatant appeared about ten feet away from her, she could make out their appearance: the opponent was much taller than Caye, dwarfing her five feet and ten inch height with a height of six feet and ten inches, least while the being was suited within her armor. Rainwater washed over the ceramite plating, links of alloyed steel chainmail underneath to defend the futuristic knight's body. The suit's armor was crafted in such a way to deflect melee weaponry, the joints covered by chainmail to remain flexible yet guarding, in some manner. A bright purple plume protruded from the helm, the helmet designed in the growling face of a ferocious lion, it's metal teeth barred in fury.[/i] [i]Grasped within the woman's right hand was a four-foot long spear, the javelin clearly intended for sudden, quick stabs, the point flickering with brief, enchanted electricity. A round shield began to fold out and formulate around the lion knightess' left arm, as she twirled her spear and nodded towards Caye.[/i] [i]Dragonslayer, Dragonknight. This would be interesting.[/i]